His Unwanted Bride

✿⁠ SAAD ✿

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SAAD

I stared at her sleeping face forwhile. Side of her face pressed against the pillow, her eyebrows creased together and her hair scattering all over the face. She fell asleep while I was massaging her belly.

Putting the essential oil aside, I tried to divert my mind but once again the words that she said consumed me.

Maybe because I had a crush on you.

When I was seventeen.

No, on my future husband. Oh, but wait, you're that future.

I rubbed the back of my neck and struggled to swallow the urge to touch her smooth hair and tuck them behind her ears.

Swallowing a thick lump down my throat, I reached for her face and gently tucked the hairlock behind her ear. My heart started thumping louder against my ribcage the moment my fingers brushed against her skin and I quickly pull my hands to myself.

The calmness on her face is shinning like a bright moonlight, quite different from when her face is twisted in irritation and anger all day long.

I smiled.  Offcourse, she's like a firecracker when she's pissed. Bright and loud. Still beautiful nevertheless.

I rubbed my palms all over my face and sighed. The burnt marks on her stomach didn't disgust me, it made my heart twist in both rage and pity.

I can only imagine the pain that she must've gone through. There's nothing more scarier than to be burnt alive. The intensifying pain of flesh catching fire is the worst kind of physical pain anyone could ever go through.

I've seen victims screaming on the hospital bed. Their cries full of angony and regret. When I was an intern, I had to assist a senior doctor who had patients   who tried killing themselves by setting their bodies on fire. They begged to live and to subside their pain.

I still vividly remember how a woman in her late forties was taken to ER. She tried committing suicide and suffered a third degree burn. She was screaming in pain, her voice still haunting my memories. She begged me to give her a drop of water. I still remember how she held my wrist and asked me to do something, anything to ease her pain.

But it was too late. I saw that woman taking her last breath.

The screams of those patients invade my mind whenever I see the burnt marks on Dhriti's skin. It must've been same for her. She must've felt the same.

And I understand where she's coming from. She had gone through worse. It's easy to get frustrated with her but how can I? How can I even after knowing her side of the story?

My gaze landed back on her face and I found her bottom lips rolled under her teeth.

Subconsciously, I reached for her face once again, gently pulling out her lips. A sharp current rushed down to my spine and I shook my head, mortified to admit my thought.

The thought that wanted to taste her mouth for a split second. Her feisty, sarcastic and pretty mouth.

Snap out, Saad.

Shaking my head, I rushed out of her room and sprawled on my bed.

What the hell is wrong with me? From where such filthy thoughts started crossing my mind? Daivik is going to chop me into pieces and then feed me to dogs if gets to know that I'm having such thoughts about his sister.